Page 15 of Notorious (Hollywood Heartthrobs #2)

OLLIE

T he five seconds it took for me to exit the passenger side and walk toward the garage door as my body thrummed with desire for what was to come, Connor reached for me, pushing me back against the closed door. I gasped the moment he pressed his lips to mine and stole my breath.

I’d missed him.

During our time apart, I may have lectured myself that the scorching chemistry we shared might have been a fluke, or at least an overreaction in my mind.

A reaction because of the newness of the situation and the tiny possibility of something significant starting between us, at least from my point of view.

But that notion fucked right off as he angled his head and deepened the kiss, leaving me weak-kneed as my brain turned to static as I pleaded with him to take me apart right there in the immaculate garage.

I groaned into his mouth as his tongue teased mine, and within minutes, I was pulling back with the immediate necessity of breathing.

It was then I realized I’d clawed his tee up on his chest as my hands roamed around the exposed skin.

In a hushed tone, Connor murmured, “I’m not surprised.”

“What?” I asked as my brain rolled the statement around with no prompt answers.

I wasn’t ashamed as my fingers roamed over his warm skin, getting distracted by the swell of his pecs and the ridges of his ripped stomach, itching to drag my thumbs lower until I reached the waistband of his jeans and found the cut of his hips. Fuck! I wanted this man more than my next breath.

“You aren’t timid when you know what you want. And thank fuck you want me.”

I scoffed. “Who doesn’t want you? And because I don’t want to miss my chance, I’ll be blunt. Do you want to go upstairs? I want to feel the weight of your cock on my tongue?—”

His lips slammed against mine and once again, time and everything outside our embrace ceased to exist. This man knew how to kiss, and if I made him feel even a tenth of the pure adrenaline and pleasure rushing through me from his touch, I’d be thrilled.

I craved getting my mouth and hands on his body; and I hoped it would be enough.

“Fuck, Ollie, you can’t say things like that.

I’m seconds away from blowing like a fucking teenager, and the prospect of your mouth anywhere on me might be my undoing.

But on reflection, your idea is brilliant.

If I have you in my bed, I can keep you there and drain every ounce of come from you before we demand sustenance, only to get enough energy to start all over again. ”

Before I could form any words to agree with his outrageous plans, he took my hand and led us through the kitchen and living room. It was then I noticed how unusually quiet the house seemed.

“Where is everyone?” I asked.

Connor’s brows drew down as he glanced around, spotting something on the kitchen counter, and walked over to snatch up a piece of paper.

“Mama said she’s staying with a friend and the triplets and Omi are bunking with Emilia, so we have the house to ourselves.”

I asked, “Why?”

His deep laughter sent a shiver down my spine and I took a deep breath to control myself and not strip him bare right there.

“I told mama about us when I got home and I think this is her way of being supportive,” he paused as he opened the fridge, “and she left us food.”

My head popped to the side and my eyes widened as I noticed the enchiladas and an entire pot of what I suspected was tamales.

“Wow, that’s a lot of food. And now that you mention it, don’t tamales take most of the day to make?”

Connor said, “It’s mama we’re talking about.”

“Right, and you’ll never tell her I doubted her culinary skills, if you know what’s good for you.”

“Why not? You’re already her favorite.”

I crossed my arms in front of my chest and narrowed my eyes. “I won’t suck your dick if you do.”

This time, a shiver passed over him and his expression grew serious. “To be honest, you don’t have to do anything. I can spend the rest of my life kissing you, holding you against me, and I’d be a lucky man.”

Without my consent, a sigh escaped from my throat, and my arms dropped to my sides.

I shook my head and said, “You are dangerous to my heart, Connor Blake. But I’d be happier if you took me upstairs and let me have my wicked way with you.”

“Yeah? Well, it’s good that I stocked up on condoms and lube. But before we start, I’m clean. Because I never take my health for granted, I get tested every three months and have never been with someone without a condom.”

“I’m fine with whatever you want. But taking my word for the fact I’ve never been with another man might be too much trust this early?—”

Connor cut off my words with another devastating kiss, making me weak in the knees, and my thoughts once again became fuzzy.

I clung onto him as though he was the oxygen I needed to survive, and the low groan he released as he nipped at my bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue had a burble of precome dribbling into my boxer briefs.

“Fuck, maybe you had the right idea. Kissing you is perfect, beautiful.”

His brows drew down, and he studied my eyes for a moment. Rather than wasting words on what was proving to be a sure thing, and by that I meant me, I was the sure thing; I linked our fingers together and dragged us up to his bedroom.

My body throbbed the moment I recognized Connor in his disguise at the school, so when he shut and locked the door, pressing me into the solid wood, I went lax in his arms as once again as our mouths melded into another mind-blowing kiss.

The next few minutes were a blur. I preferred the man undressed, so I tugged at the hem of his shirt, trying to wrangle it up and over his impressive chest, but he blocked my efforts when he refused to lift his arms. A moan of pure frustration escaped my throat, and he pulled away with a smirk on his face.

“Impatient?”

There was no use playing coy. “Yes.”

His expression confused me and I asked, “Why are you so shocked that I want you? I haven’t been shy about my attraction to you. I’ve even confessed to my crush on you when I thought any relationship with you other than friendship would be impossible.”

My words jolted him into action and I lost my mind when he reached behind him, scrunched up his shirt, displaying the muscles of his chest and arms when he ripped it off over his head and tossed it aside.

I might have choked on my tongue as my eyes traced over each inch of skin revealed to me.

I sucked in a breath as I reached for him, but when his fingers skimmed against the side of my ribs, I let out a loud whine.

The warmth of his skin touching mine had me biting my bottom lip to prevent the filthiest of moans from escaping my throat, but Connor wasn’t having it.

“No, I want to hear every sound I draw from you. Don’t hold back. Now, kiss me.”

Every growled word went straight to my dick, and I released an obscene moan as my lips met his.

I sucked on his tongue, telling him without words what I wanted.

He tilted his head and deepened the kiss as his fingers traveled over my stomach, and I grew lightheaded when they popped open the top button of my jeans.

With a yank, the other buttons gave way as I groaned, free of the confines of the denim.

“Need… you,” he panted.

My head jerked up, and I met Connor’s gaze. The heat behind his gorgeous light hazel irises and the way his stomach contracted as he took short, panting breaths made me bolder than my normal shy self.

I slipped my thumbs underneath my jeans, snagging the band of my boxer briefs, and shimmied my hips as I slid the rest of my clothes off, exposing all of me to Connor’s view.

I blinked up at him through my lashes and spotted the flush of red along his chest and up his neck as his hands squeezed into fists at his sides.

“Connor?”

“I’m… trying…” His breath huffed out as his eyes flared with need.

“Ah, beautiful, you don’t have to hold back with me. I’ve…” Unable to stop myself, I blushed at the thought I stumbled to say aloud.

“You’ve what, carino mío ?”

“Well, I bought several toys over the past few weeks. With discretion, of course, through several online stores and have been trying them out. I… well, I used one this morning.”

Connor’s chest rose and fell as he took in several deep breaths, letting each go through clenched teeth.

He held my gaze as he ripped open the zipper of his jeans and I choked back a moan to see him with nothing underneath.

As he shimmied the denim down his long legs, I grabbed the base of my cock and squeezed.

Dressed, he was gorgeous, but naked, he was a sight to behold.

His thick thighs and muscled calves showcased the strength he carried in his muscled body.

But the sight of his heavy sac and the way his cock danced against his stomach made me swallow back the words begging him to fuck me, right that instant.

“Ollie?”

“Ye… Yes?”

I met his eyes as he stopped near the side of the bed. They about popped out of my skull when Connor crawled onto the mattress, keeping me in his sights, as I fought hard to keep still, anticipating what would happen next.

Stopping halfway up the bed, he nodded toward the nightstand and asked, “Can you grab the lube for me?”

Nodding, I stumbled over and opened the top drawer, almost laughing at the size of the bottle I pulled out, but then swallowing hard when I sent up a wish for the gods to grant, begging we would spend the next however many days using all of it.

An unexpected thought popped into my head, but I shook it off and handed Connor the bottle.

“What were you thinking just then? Your beautiful eyes flashed as your breathing sped up?”

I shook my head, but he squeezed my thigh and asked, “Please, tell me?”

“It was only a fleeting curious thought.”

“About?”

Heat warmed my cheeks and chest as I explained, “I wondered how it would feel to be inside you. But we’ve never talked about?—”